I do not battle
Sleep
In the morning
I do not battle
The sadness
Not really
My battle is
The darkness
Invisible
Masked
By the dawning
There is a trumpet sound
Unheard
There is a battle cry
In the silence
There is a battle drum
Inside us
While the deaf world
Is stretching and yawning
Yes, we hear the darkness
In the dawning
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